YOU MUST BE PRESENT, i say to myself when the what wheres all up in the how now—trees! i turn to the trees for relief & they say nah! don’t look at us. you don’t even know our names. you don’t even know the difference between an oak tree & a maple tree. it’s true: my relationship with (love) (nature) (money) (fill in the blank) is like my relationship to weather— i only see it when it’s pouring on my head. i’m sorry to the trees i grew up with. i didn’t ask. i never learned. or even wondered (about their names). (their families) (their longings) i only dreamed of (me) climbing onto their
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